The sensation that someone somewhere was doing something nice for me, such as placing a piece of breaded fish on a pre-heated baking tray in a fan-assisted oven, dissipated the instant the sun left the room; the commonplace order of things reasserted itself with an inhumane brusqueness, and since nothing in my immediate locale belonged to me I felt useless and insipid.

From Pond, Claire Louise Bennett

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